I found this cart in a heap of junk piled in a corner of a thrift shop. It spoke to me. I don't mean I actually heard voices coming from the cart. It was just I kind of had an odd feeling that I needed this cart for my studio when I saw it across the room in the thrift shop. I paid $15 for it. As I pushed it to my car, it lost a wheel somewhere in the parking lot. After some searching the wheel was found and I squeezed my friends into my car around this cart to get it home. Luckily, the friends I was thrift shopping with were artists, so they were totally willing to sit like pretzels around the cart on the ride home.

My cart cleaned up nice and now sits beside my painting desk in my studio.

Not long ago I found the photo below of the studio of painter, Georgia O'Keefe. Study the picture very carefully and see if you notice anything. Look closely at the rolling cart on top of which she stored her cans of brushes and other painting paraphernalia. Notice any similarities? I think Georgia had the same exact cart as my thrift shop cart!

Think about this matter very carefully.....and it's implications.....What does it mean? Probably absolutely nothing. However the possible explanations I can conjure up in my imagination to give meaning to this random cart purchase are keeping me amused on this Saturday night. For instance, could my cart actually have belonged to Georgia? Was there some kind of artist to artist spirit that spoke to me when I walked into the thrift shop and was drawn to buy this cart? Could it mean the vibrations in Georgia's cart will somehow rub off on me and my studio and I will be rich and famous like Georgia? Again, probably not, but it can't hurt to dream........